My soul is as dry and as barren as the desert. The oases are almost empty, but nonetheless, I drink before I continue to nowhere. My feet are wandering from place to place aimlessly. The sun is too high to see anything, and I find myself constantly blinded by the light. My knees are weak, and my entire body feels as fragile as glass. Every time the wind blows, I could feel my bones break little by little. I am exhausted beyond belief, and I wish to rest my head and sleep for a day or two. But no matter how much I would like to take a break, I can't. I have to find my way out of this desert because I know it will never rain; there is no place for me here.
And so, I think: How long must I continue wandering?
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